Appetite

I just missing. The things I’ve to found even I don’t ever needed.

I just falling. When the stars call the sweetest moment of raising.

And I can’t stand on my wanted-to-be. I just myself.

So don’t ever judge me on the way you hate me.

So don’t ever smile on the dark you feel you lost your mine

It’s not the purple song you could tell the world you miss it.

And it just so hard to know that the picture was listen the air on it.

Then I’m a loser whom the blood turn to be some reason of your aim.

What an appetite, what a never-be-clear-appetite.